I grew up 12 hours away from where my parents grew up. I never knew my aunts, uncles, or cousins well because of that. When I was very young we would visit or they would visit us. However, as we got older and life happened, we saw each other even less. With my parents divorcing when I was a teenager the only time I even heard from extended family were letters from my grandmother on how the whole family was doing as a whole.
When I was 25 my grandmother passed away and everyone decided to have a memorial service/family reunion. This reunion was exciting for me because it would be the first time I would meet a fourth of my dad's family. After a planning the trip for months and spending two days packing everything we needed for a week long stay, my husband and two kids hopped in the van and happily were on our way. We took longer to get then 12 hours with all the stops and by the time we arrived on the first day all we could muster was a "hello" to everyone before we went into the family cabin and passed out for the night.
The cabin was a beautiful 5 bedroom, white house on the lake that my grandparents owned for many years. When they decided to sell it they offered it to their children first, all of their children decided to buy it together. It was a place they loved to come to as kids and they couldn't bear to part with it. The next morning was spent riding the boat around the lake and swimming. I wasn't very comfortable walking around in my swimming suit because I was overweight after having my kids and very self conscious. I had jeans and T-Shirts on most of the time.
Our 3rd day there was our reunion and I wanted to make a good impression on these people, some of who I would meet for the first time. As people arrived I greeted people accordingly. One of the last cars to arrive was my dad's oldest sister, I recognized my aunt from pictures of her when she was younger. She had an older man with her she introduced as her husband and girl, her daughter, and a guy, her son. I took one look at her son, my cousin, and my breath caught. He was incredibly handsome. He had light brown hair, the sharpest blue eyes I had ever seen, a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, and the most perfect pointed nose. His teeth here vividly white and straight and he looked to be in incredible in shape. I immediately knew how wrong it was for me to be thinking this way about my cousin. The whole day I mingled with people, but I always tried to find time to sit with him and talk. As the day turned to dusk I saw my sister (who was thin, tan, and gorgeous) talking to our handsome cousin and I made my way over. I sat next to my sister and engaged animatedly in the conversation feeling very self conscious next to my sister. During that conversation I learned a lot about him. He was a photographer, had been dating his girlfriend for 6 years, he lived in the town his whole life, and he was just one year older than me. As midnight approached everyone began to leave. We said our "goodbyes" and when he leaned in to hug me my heart leapt. I told myself again how wrong this was. By the end of the week my remaining family at the cabin decided that every four years we would return to have a reunion, not just when a family member died.
When I returned home I made an effort to begin getting closer to all my cousins. I sent letters, e-mails, and pictures; I made the occasional phone call and got to know everyone reasonably well. I also began to eat better and start exercising. Before I knew it four years had passed and it was time to return to the cabin. This time I was full of confidence. My dark brown hair fell silkily down to my shoulders and my green eyes seemed brighter due to my healthier lifestyle. My stomach was flat and taught and my arms and legs were slim but slightly muscular. My breasts were still full and round with slight perkiness that gravity had not taken away yet; my behind was round and firm. My face was always pretty but now slimmer and my nose sat in perfect proportion to my full lips. Everyone complimented me on how wonderful I looked and for once I felt it. For once I was getting more attention than my sister; I loved her and she was still lovely but for once I was "the pretty one." I had a bikini that covered all my assets nicely and while I felt comfortable in it I still paraded around a lot in short shorts and tank tops.
The day of the reunion fell on the 2nd day after my family had arrived. The sky was foreboding so we put up a large tent over the food and tables in the yard and was ready to go inside if it got too rough outside. We welcomed everyone once again as people arrived; my family wasn't staying in the cabin this time, we opted for a more private and quiet hotel room down the road. When my aunt and uncle arrived with him my heart leapt once again. He was as beautiful as the last time I saw him. We hugged each other as we said "hello", since I kept in contact with everyone we knew each other much better. When we disengaged I saw his eyes float down to my scoop necked tank top that hinted at my ample cleavage. Internally, I giggled. As the day moved one we did indeed have to move the party inside. While moving things inside I got drenched in the processes and decided to go back to the hotel to pick up spare clothes. My cousin had to make a run to the store for more buns, I offered to take him since it was on the way and we were out.
We went to the hotel first seeing how I was soaked. We entered into the room and I almost immediately stripped off my shirt. I noticed his eyes widen and then look down at the floor almost instantly. I shimmied out of my shorts and grabbed my suit case and put it on one of the double beds in the room. As I looked for something to wear I caught him stealing glances at me. I was wearing my matching black underwear set with lace around the edges.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
